The wrong reaction.

L calls me the yesterday and says "I may be pregnant." like a typical man I completely give the wrong response. "Oh crap." were my exact words. Definitely not what she wanted to hear and not how I really felt. We've been kicking around the kid thing again. I can tell that she is having biological clock issues. She has been dropping hints and pointing out particularly cute little ones in our daily travels. In spite of my years of mortal fear of having a kid, not because I don't want any but because of all the things that can go wrong, I was surprisingly calm at the idea of having a child. After my fumbled attempts at recovering from my verbal misstep I hung up the phone and sat in silence for a while. I wasn't scared. There was no fear whatsoever. I felt a warmth growing inside of me at the prospect of being a dad. Maybe I'm ready. Maybe it's time. I have plenty to offer a child. I would be more involved in its life than either my real father or my step father. I'm capable of sharing my love with a little one. Maybe there is a need for me to impart what knowledge I've obtained in my life to a kid. L and I had a long discussion when I got home. I made her understand that my phone reaction was just an verbal stupidity and not my true feelings. It turns out that the pregnancy was a false alarm, but today my life has a whole new perspective. Nothing is written in stone yet but we're thinking of having a go at this parent stuff.

Question of the week:

Based on what you've read here in my blog, does the thought of me with offspring make you weep for the future? Be honest. I can take it.